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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.