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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Smog,
Wings,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.