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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.