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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.