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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.