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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.