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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.