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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.