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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.