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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Monks,
AZ,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.