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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.