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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.