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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
10cc,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.