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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.