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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.