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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.