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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.