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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.