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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.