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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Slave,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.