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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.