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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.