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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.