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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.