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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.