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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.