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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.