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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.