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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.