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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.