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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.