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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.