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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.