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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead C 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.