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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
UT,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.