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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.