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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.