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 Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Faust,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.