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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.