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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.