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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.