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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.