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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.