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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.