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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.