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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
The Fall,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.