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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.