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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.