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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.