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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.