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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.