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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.