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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.