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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.