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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.