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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.