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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.