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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.