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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.