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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.