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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.