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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Moleskins 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.