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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.