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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.