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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.