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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.