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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.