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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.