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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.