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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.