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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.