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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.