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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Wire,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.