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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.