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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.