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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.