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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.