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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.