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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.