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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.