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 Palau 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Index,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.