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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Smog,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.