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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
CMW,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.