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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.