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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.