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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.