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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.