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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.