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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.