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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.