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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.