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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.