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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.