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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.