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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.