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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Fear,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.