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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.