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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.