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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.