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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.