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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.