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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.