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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.