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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.