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 Antigua and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
AZ,
PIL,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.