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 Albania 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Index,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.