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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.