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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.