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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.