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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.