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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.