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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.