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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.