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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Human League,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.