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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.