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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.