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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.