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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.