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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.