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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
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.