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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
AZ,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.