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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.