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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.