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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.