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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.