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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.