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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.