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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.