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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.