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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.