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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.