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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.