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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Organ,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.