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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.