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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.