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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.