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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Deakin,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.