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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.