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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lakeside,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.