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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.