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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
cv313,
Index,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.