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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.