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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.