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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
UT,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.