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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.