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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band 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 electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.