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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.