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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.