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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.