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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.