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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.