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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.