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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.