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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.