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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.