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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.