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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.