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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.