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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Neu! 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Slave,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.