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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.