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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.