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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.