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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.