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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
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.