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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.