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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.