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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.