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 Latvia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.