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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.