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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.