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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.