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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.