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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.