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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.