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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
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.