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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.