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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Darondo,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.