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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donny Hathaway 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
ABC,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.