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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.