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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.