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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
10cc,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of 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.