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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Index,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.