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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Can,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.