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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
June Days,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.