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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.