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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.