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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.