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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.