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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Rekid,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.