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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.