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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.