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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
CMW,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.