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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.