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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.