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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.