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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.