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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.