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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.