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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.