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 France and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
DNA,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.