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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.