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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.