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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.