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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.