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 South Sudan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.