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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.