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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.