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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.