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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.