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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.