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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.