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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Barrington Levy 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.