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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.