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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.