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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.