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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.