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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Can,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.