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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.