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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.