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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Swans,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Television,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.