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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.