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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.