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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.