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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.