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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Smog,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.