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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
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.