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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.