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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.