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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.