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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.