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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.