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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.