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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.