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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.