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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.