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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.