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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.