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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.