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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.