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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.