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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.