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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.