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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.