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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Martian to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.