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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.