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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Mars,
Organ,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.