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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.