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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.