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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.