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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.