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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.