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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Scion,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.