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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.