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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.