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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.