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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.