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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.