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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.