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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.