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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.