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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.