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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Nico,
Japan,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.