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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.