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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
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.