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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.