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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.