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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.