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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.