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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.