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 Toronto.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.