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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.