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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.