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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.