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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.