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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.