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 Belize and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 of Four to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.