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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.