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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.