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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.