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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals 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 Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.