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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.