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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.