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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.