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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Swans,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Names,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.