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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.