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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.