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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.