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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.