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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Interpol,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.