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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.