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 India and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Jandek,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.