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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.