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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Japan,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.