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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.