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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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Pole,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.