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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.