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 Congo 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.