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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.