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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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.