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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.