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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.