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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.