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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Names,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.