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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.