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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.