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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Smog,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.