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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.