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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Mars,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.