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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.