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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.