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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.