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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Josef K,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.