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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Index 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.