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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Motorama,
Skaos,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.