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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.