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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.