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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.