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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.