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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Slave,
Kayak,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.