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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.