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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
CMW,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.