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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.