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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.