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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.