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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.