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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.