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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Index,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Television,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Neu!,
a-ha,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.