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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.