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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.