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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.