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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.