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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.