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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.