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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.