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 Jamaica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.