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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.