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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.