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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.