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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.