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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.