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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.