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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.