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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.