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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.