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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.