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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.