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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.