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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.