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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.