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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.