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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.