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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.