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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.