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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.