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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.