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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.