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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.