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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.