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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.