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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soft Machine 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Wings,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.