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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.