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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.