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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.