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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.