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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.