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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.