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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Remains,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.