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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.