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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.