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 Mali 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.