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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Yaz,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.