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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.