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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.