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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
X-102,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.