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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ludus to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.