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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.