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 Cyprus 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Skriet,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Japan,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.