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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Move 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.