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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
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.