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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.