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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.