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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dead C to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Nas,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.