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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.