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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.