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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Qualms,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.