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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.