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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.