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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Black Moon,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.