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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.