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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.