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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Organ,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.