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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Zapp,
Swans,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.