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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.