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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.