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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.