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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.