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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.