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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.