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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.