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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.