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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
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.