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 Poland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.