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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.