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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.