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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.