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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.