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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.