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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.