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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.