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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.