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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.