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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.