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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.