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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Mars,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.