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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.