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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.