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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.