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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.