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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.