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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.