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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.