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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.