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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.