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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.