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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.