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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.