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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.