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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.