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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.