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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.