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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 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 David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. 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.