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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.