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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.