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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.