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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.