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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.