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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.