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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.