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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.