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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.