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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Slave,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Names,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.