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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.