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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.