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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Can,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.