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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Slave,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.