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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.