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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.