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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.