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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.