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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.