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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Lyres,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.