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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.