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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.