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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.