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 India and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Qualms,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.