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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.