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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.