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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Names,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.