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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.