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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
X-101,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.