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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Can,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.