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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.