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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.