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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.