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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.