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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.