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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.