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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Brick,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
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.