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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.