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 Brunei and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.