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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.