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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.