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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.