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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.