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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.