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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.