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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.