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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.