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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.