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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.