Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Television,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.