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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.