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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.