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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.