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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.