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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.