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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.