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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.