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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Oneida,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.