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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.