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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
The Move,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.