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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Index,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.