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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.