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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.