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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.