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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.