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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.