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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 New Order 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.