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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.