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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.