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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Wings,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.