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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.