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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.