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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.