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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.