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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.