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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dirtbombs 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.