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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Crime,
Cluster,
Inner City,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.