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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.