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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Pole,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.