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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.