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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.